Home is in the forests. It is in the fields and the riverbeds. My youth one of solitude. I learned n

Home is in the forests. It is in the fields and the riverbeds. My youth one of solitude. I learned not from the people around me but from the wilderness. I learned the poetry of the wind and screamed into the roaring thunderous skies. I was alone, and it was beautiful. Because I was surrounded by life.